Chapter 15

Zhan Chen went to the outer sect disciple recruitment office alone. As he walked through the door, he saw a Martial Master sitting there with his eyes closed. Thus, he walked up to him and asked, "Senior Brother, may I ask if I want to join the outer sect?"

The man opened his eyes and looked at Zhan Chen. Seeing that he was wearing the clothes of an errand boy, he asked, "What's your name?"

"My name is Zhan Chen."

The man continued, "You have indeed reached the tenth layer of the Martial Disciple realm, but that is not enough. There is a strength measuring machine over there. Punch it with all your strength. Only those with a strength of over a thousand jin are qualified to participate in the entrance examination."

"What? There is an entrance examination? "Zhan Chen was shocked.

"This month's examination has already ended. Come back here on the first of next month." The man did not directly answer Zhan Chen's question.

Zhan Chen took a deep breath and suppressed the restlessness in his heart. He walked in front of the strength measuring machine and punched it with all his strength. The number finally stopped at a thousand jin.

"That's enough. You have the strength of a thousand jin. You have passed the examination. Now, please hand over your identity jade plate. "

Zhan Chen pondered for a moment, then handed over his servant's identity token to him.

The man looked at the jade plate and recorded the information in it. Then, he returned the jade plate and said, "Remember, you have to come early next month. If you miss it, you will have to wait for another month."

"Got it."

"The first of next month. That means there are still fifteen days left." Zhan Chen thought.

After he went back, he had been guessing what this examination was all about. Perhaps Zhao He would know the details. Thus, the next day, he went to pay his respects to Zhao He and at the same time, find out what was going on.

When Zhao He saw him, he asked, "You participated in the outer sect disciple entrance examination?"

"Yes, Master. How did you know?" Zhan Chen was slightly surprised.

"Hmph, do you think the sect elders are all deaf and blind? Whatever information we need, there will naturally be people who will give it to us. "

Zhan Chen was shocked. The sect elders were really not to be underestimated. It seemed like he had to be careful in the sect in the future, at least until he was strong enough.

"Did you know? This time, you participated in the entrance examination a bit hastily. "Zhao He continued.

"Master, isn't there a rule in the sect that all servants who have reached the tenth layer of Martial Disciple are qualified to participate in the entrance examination?"

"Yes, there is such a rule. But did you know? It isn't only for our sect disciples to participate in the entrance examination. "

"What? Didn't the external recruitment end a year ago? "

"Yes, the external recruitment has ended, but the internal recruitment is still going on. To put it bluntly, we're going through the back door."

"Yes. Sect elder?"

"That's right. For example, our sect's elders also have friends and relatives outside the sect. There will always be people asking us to send people back to the sect."

"Zhan Chen" Zhan Chen came to a sudden realization. At the same time, he felt a trace of unwillingness in his heart. He felt injustice for those martial artists who had nothing to do with him and wanted to enter the sect to cultivate.

Zhao He seemed to see through his emotions and continued, "But our Sect Leader is not an idiot. He accepts everyone. He has set a rule that he will only accept 10 people as outer sect disciples every month. Do you know what that means?"

"Do I have to compete with those people?"

"Hehe, smart. That's right. That's why disciples who want to apply for the entrance examination will try their best to raise their strength to the twelfth layer of Martial Disciple before participating in this examination. In other words, the opponents you will face may be two levels higher than you!"

Against an opponent at the twelfth layer of Martial Disciple! Zhan Chen immediately lost his confidence. It seemed that he was still too inexperienced and had thought of everything too simply.

Zhao He looked at Zhan Chen's shocked expression and thought to himself, "Zhan Chen is indeed good steel. But it is precisely because he is good steel that he needs to be tempered by setbacks. Only then can he become a real sharp sword!"

Thus, he said, "Zhan Chen, I will not help you this time. Since you applied yourself, you should face it yourself! Fighting with opponents with higher cultivation than you is also a good experience. How about it? Are you confident? "

Yes! What's wrong with me? Am I going to retreat just because I'm facing an opponent two levels higher than me? How am I going to take revenge like this? I won't! Fighting with people with higher cultivation than me is a kind of sharpening and training in itself.

Thinking of this, his gaze became firm again. He raised his head and said confidently to Zhao He, "Master, look at my performance. I will definitely not let you down."

"Hehe, good. That's what I want you to say. Go ahead and try, don't be afraid of failure!" Zhao He heard his words and was in a good mood. He was even more satisfied with this disciple of his.

After returning from Zhao He's place, Zhan Chen came to the back of the mountain. Right now, he didn't want to cultivate at all. There was too little time left for him to prepare. There were only fifteen days. And in these days, he had to have the strength to challenge the twelfth level of the Martial Disciple realm.

The martial technique he was most proficient in was naturally the Thunder-breaking Sword Art. However, he only had the strength for one attack. Thinking of this, he took out the Wandering Dragon Frightening Sword and thought to himself, "Ever since he left Black Plum Town, he has never practiced the Thunder-breaking Sword Art. I'm afraid his sword moves are rusty. Today, I will remember this feeling."

Thus, he raised the sword in his hand and circulated the true qi in his body to the extreme according to the sword art's meridians. He shouted, "Thunder-breaking Sword Art!" Then, he slashed forward with all his strength.

However, the scene of lightning flashing on the sword did not appear as he had imagined. Zhan Chen couldn't help but smile bitterly. It seemed like he was really rusty. He had to quickly remember this feeling!

However, what happened next greatly exceeded his expectations. No matter how hard he tried, he couldn't use the sword art.

Could it be that there was a problem with the sword? Zhan Chen suddenly came to a realization. His sword was different from other people's swords. It was a Dao weapon.

Looking at the shining silver blade, Zhan Chen couldn't help but stretch out his hand to touch it. However, the moment he touched the blade, he felt a pain in his hand. The treasured sword had actually cut his finger.

Zhan Chen instinctively wanted to withdraw his hand. Suddenly, the Wandering Dragon Frightening Sword seemed to have a magnetic force. It stuck closely to the wound on Zhan Chen's finger and suddenly sucked out a large amount of blood essence.

Zhan Chen suddenly felt dizzy and almost fell to the ground. Blood essence was the innate foundation of a Martial Cultivator. Every drop was extremely precious.

The blood essence that was sucked out was quickly absorbed into the sword. The Wandering Dragon Frightening Sword instantly blossomed with thousands of rays of light. Fortunately, the place that Zhan Chen chose was empty. Otherwise, this strange phenomenon would definitely be discovered.

Zhan Chen couldn't open his eyes because of the piercing light. The light quickly disappeared. He slowly came to his senses and looked. Where was the Wandering Dragon Frightening Sword? At this moment, his hand was empty, and there was nothing on the ground.

Just when he was extremely anxious, he heard a young child's voice in his mind. The tone was quite displeased. "Who disturbed my sleep?"

Zhan Chen was shocked. He shouted, "Who are you? Where are you? "

The child's voice asked, "Hey, are you my new master? It's over, it's over. Your cultivation is so weak. It seems like I trusted the wrong person. "

"Who the hell are you?" Zhan Chen called out warily.

The child's voice sounded again. "You're my new master. I'm Frightened Boy?"

"Frightened Boy?"

"Yes. Look inside your dantian. Is there a sword?"

Zhan Chen followed the child's instruction. He sent his spiritual mind into his dantian and found a small sword floating in the middle of his dantian. It was only one millimeter long.

It was the Wandering Dragon Frightening Sword! 'How did it get into my stomach?' For a moment, Zhan Chen's heart was in turmoil.

The Frightened Boy said, "Don't you remember? You broke the seal and sprayed your essence blood on me. My original master, Daoist Master Youlong, was already dead, so I accepted your essence blood as the artifact spirit and automatically recognized you as my master. "

Zhan Chen's mind raced, and he finally figured out what was going on. In short, he had unintentionally become the new owner of the Wandering Dragon Sword. Then, he voiced his doubts. "Well, Boy Psycho, the problem is that I haven't broken the seal on the sword yet."

The voice stayed silent for a while and then said, "Master, you are right. You are so weak. How could you break the seal of a Faery Origin Stage cultivator? Someone must have broken through the formation before you did. "

Zhan Chen suddenly thought of something and said, "Could it be Zhuge Zhi?"

"Who is Zhuge Zhi?"

Thus, Zhan Chen told Frightened Boy about the bloody letter in full detail.

In the end, Frightened Boy finally said, "Master, I know. You are so lucky. Zhuge Zhi's efforts were not in vain. In fact, he had already succeeded halfway and cracked part of the prohibition. However, he did not live long enough, so he had to seal the sword in the heavy iron."

"The rest of the seal was not complete, so it disappeared after a long time. Time is the key to break the other half of the seal!"

After listening to the Frightened Boy, Zhan Chen couldn't help sighing. The Martial Saint Zhuge Zhi had worked so hard for such a long time, but in the end, he was just a Martial Disciple.

After sighing for a while, Zhan Chen suddenly remembered that he couldn't use the Thunder Swordplay. He hurriedly asked, "Oh right, Frightened Boy, I tried to use the Thunder Swordplay with the sword, but why didn't I succeed?"

"Hahaha! Master, you are such an idiot! Hahaha! Oh, I am dying of laughter!"

Being laughed at by his own sword, Zhan Chen was speechless. He angrily said, "Tell me! What do you want to know?"

"Master, you are only a Martial Disciple. You can only use your spiritual Qi. How can you use a Dao weapon? A Dao weapon is a Faery Origin Stage weapon. It needs Celestial Origin Stage power."

"Celestial Origin Stage?" Zhan Chen didn't know anything about cultivation.

"To have Celestial Origin Stage, you have to reach the Daoist level. The Daoist level is above the Martial Saint level. Master, you should become a Martial Saint first."